After an irritating day of being dressed up and on her best behaviour for the visit of her aunt and uncle, Lou Campbell goes into the garden for a sulk and finds it suddenly and inexplicably changed. In a flowery meadow that has never been there before, resting in a tree of a kind she doesn’t recognise, is a mysterious man in ragged clothes, whom she nicknames “Weskit” after the colourful waistcoat he wears. Who he is, what he is, and why he is there, are questions that need answering – and the answers, when she learns them, will introduce her to a world she has never imagined exists…
This is the story of an independent, headstrong young girl who finds herself unexpectedly caught up in the affairs of elves – not the tiny, twinkling beings of fairy tale, but people from another world, like us in some ways and very unlike us in others, to whom magic is as natural as laughter. I wrote it for everybody to enjoy, but eight to twelve might be a good age for children to read it for the first time, or to have it read to them.